Bog-Myrtle and Peat - Tales Chiefly of Galloway Gathered from the Years 1889 to 1895 by S. R. (Samuel Rutherford) Crockett
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We turned and walked slowly back. The hotel stood clear and sharp in the
morning sunshine, and a light wind was making the little waves plash on the pebbles with a pleasant clapping sound. "See," she said, "here is my brother coming to meet us. Tell me if you have been happy this morning?" "Oh," I said quickly, "happy!--you know that without needing to be told." "No matter what I know," the Countess said, with a certain petulance, swift and lovable--"tell it me." So I said obediently, yet as one that means his words to the full-- "I have been happier than ever I thought to be this morning!" "Lucia!" she said softly--"say Lucia!" "Lucia!" I answered to her will; yet I thought she did not well to try me so hard. Then her brother came up briskly and heartily, like one who had been a-foot many hours, asking us how we did. CHAPTER VIII |
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